Writing has always been a large part of me. I have discovered at a very early age that writing gives me great joy and satisfaction. Every time I write, I marvel at the way words seem to spew from my fingertips. It is a gift or rather, a passion that I never take for granted.
But at the cost of that gift, there exist this insecurity of never living up to the standards of where you think your favourite writers are at. And ever since becoming a copywriter, that insecurity has bloomed even more.
I get that not everyone will like what you write but to be judged for your writing, it’s unnerving.
There are times after several rejections when I start to wonder; am I even fit to be a writer, maybe writing isn’t my thing after all, maybe I convinced myself that this is a thing that I’m good at.
But I don’t know, this could perhaps be my anxiety talking. Or it’s just normal writer-ly self-doubt.
However, I do know one thing – it’s that words, no matter how they’re sewn together, will always give me comfort.